FOOL FOR YOU // HISTORY STORAGE

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9.4pt; line-height: 1.4; color:black"]There was nothing left for them to do. Val's father -the whole point of their journey- had died, and Val continued his work, nearly sacrificing himself in the process too, but he'd lived, thankfully. Butch worried that he didn't feel the same way, but regardless, here they were, with everything and nothing ahead of them; it was overwhelming, the way leaving the vault had been, seeing a whole new world and not quite knowing what to do with that. For now, though, they were simply sitting together, watching the sunset over desert hills, or at least, that was where Val had his eyes. Butch had stopped watching the sunset as soon as he saw Val lit up by the blending colors, his fur softly glowing a brighter gold, and the longer he stared, the stronger his belly flipped. He swallowed, mouth suddenly dry, and he'd felt this before, like the world was about to tip on its axis, or like balancing on a thin wire soon to snap. There was nothing similar to it, and no other person had ever- it was just Val. It was always Val, and his breath caught when the light melted the shepherd's eyes into liquid; distantly, he recognized Val could probably see him creeping if he looked in his peripheral vision, and that scooting closer wasn't subtle at all, but didn't want to tiptoe and hang onto the edge anymore.

[color=#447ab9]"Val," Butch murmured, [color=#447ab9]"I want to- just look at me. There's something I gotta do."